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Live @ Rockwood Music Hall 2011​-​11​-​12

by Chris Conly

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Recorded live at Rockwood Music Hall, November 12, 2011.

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released 12 November 2011
Chris Conly - Vocals, Fender Telecaster, Songs
Phil Sterk - Pedal Steel
Lorenzo Wolff - Bass
Adam Minkof - Vocals, Drums

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Track Name: Hollywood On My Doorstep
HOLLYWOOD ON MY DOORSTEP
Written by Chris Conly ©2011, BMI.

I’ve got Hollywood on my doorstep
Movie stars at my door
Broads in the bar room
Sayin’ “Just one more!”
Just an other work day
On the avenue
Just before the sun sets
I can cash my IOU’s

Mariachi in the basement
Barkin’ from the back
Frenchman smokin’ cigarettes
No time to look back
Past an other barroom
With candles on the walls
Get my good looks for free
And my beers best of all

Liberty in the distance
Beaming up with hope
A beacon to all sailors
Sailing their last rope
Now I have arrived
I knock upon the door
One last glance to the hungry
One last handout to the poor

I’ve got Hollywood on my doorstep
Movie stars at my door
Broads in the barroom
Sayin’ “Just one more!”
Just an other work day
On the avenue
Just before the sun sets
I can cash my IOU’s
Just before the sun sets
I can cash my IOU’s
Just before the sun sets
I’m gonna cash my IOU’s
Track Name: Gateway To The South
GATEWAY TO THE SOUTH
Written by Chris Conly ©2011, BMI.

Record shops, caffeine stops
Green tea bursts my brain
Need to take a shower soon
In the end it’s all the same

Motorbikes, union strikes
Wi-Fi brings me home
Realize my quest, get off my chest
I am not alone (not alone, found a home)

Surprise me, rise me
There’s a city out there
Hypnotize me, jive me
See if I care
I will bring you, sting you
Give you the key
To the gateway to the south

Download, upload
Share with the world
Photos of my journeys
All the places that I’ve been

Check in with my best of friends
Tell them I’m alive
Haven’t checked with Mama yet
Sure she’s worried sick

I’ll call her from Nashville
Tell her I’m alright
But first to play some music
In this town I’ll spend the night (spend the night, sleep alright)

CHORUS

A gourmet meal, a hot shower clean
A couch to sleep tonight
Just crossed the Mason-Dixon line
Been treated alright

No uptown attitudes down here
Just smiles and delight
That’s the way it should be
Playing music every night

It’s easy, it’s simple
Not hard to see the light
Up north in the city
They’d rather start a fight (start a fight, last all night)

CHORUS
Track Name: Top Shelf Tina
TOP SHELF TINA (A TRIBUTE)
Written by Chris Conly ©2011, BMI.

I walk in, she’s sittin’ there
Rings of smoke all in the air
A fancy drink is in her hands
She’s got no man to make a stand

I ask her if this seat is taken
Naughty eyes, she’s been makin’
I don’t get no time of day
I am only in the way

Classiest broad in all the land
When Mister Bartender takes her hand
To the curb, with her he talks
Farewell’s bid and then she walks

“Goodnight Miss Fey and get home soon
I’ll see you in the afternoon.”
She winks and smiles, for what he did
As he returns to serve us kids

She’s a martini sippin’
Dollar-bill drippin’
Hairstyle flippin’ kind of gal
You know you’ve seen her
Sittin’ back with Gina
To everyone here, she’s just a redeemer
She’s “Top-Shelf Tina”

SOLO

The Four-Faced Liar is home away from home
She won’t talk to strangers, she won’t get to know ‘em
She’s been that way her whole damn life
She’s never been a real good wife

She still remains a bachelorette
Made her money early on and now she’s set
That’s exactly why, she don’t need a guy
To buy her drinks and hold her hand

CHORUS + SOLO + CHORUS
Track Name: Meter Man
METER MAN
Written by Chris Conly ©2011, BMI.

Excuse me Mister Meter Man
Spare me five or ten
I heard the world is ending soon
I’ll be gone by then

All respect Mister Officer
Shouldn’t make no difference
If I stay a minute
To work on my defence

And I know it’s just a job
So you can pay your bills
But the citizens you rob
We’re taking to the hills

Like we’re in the wild west
Bounty hunters everywhere
Barkeeps & Cowboys
Had a chance to sell their wares

But a tax was layed upon then
Levied for no cause
The rich were getting richer
And they were writing all the laws

CHORUS

Have mercy on me!
Just grant me this one time
When you’re on your deathbed
I’ll be circling in your mind

One person to another
I’ll be the first to say
There's bigger fish to fry
Full time crooks who got away

And if the moment strikes you
To join me for a drink
The Saloon around the corner
I’ll meet you in a blink

I’ll save a seat for you
A Whiskey or a Rye
Then we’ll get to business
And I’ll look you in the eye

CHORUS

We can speak like gentlemen
Discuss the day’s events
How you define guilty
Under what pretense

We have a Social Contract
All parties have agreed
When the line is crossed
We the people have no need

For protection from Big Brother
Or a hand from Uncle Sam
We’ll take it to the streets
To protect the working man

That is all I have to say
Until we meet again
That is all I have to say
Until we meet again

Shall we meet again
You’ll wish for better days
Payin’ off your judges
Ain’t the only crime that pays

CHORUS + TAG
Track Name: Bourbon And The Bed
BOURBON AND THE BED
Written by Chris Conly. ©2011, BMI.

Thanks again for the bourbon and the bed
Now it’s time to rest my head
Where do you turn when you’re down and out?
Gotta find a stranger who can help you out

Trouble walks in and she sits at the bar
Drinkin’ more Bulleit’s gonna make me a star
Juke joint walls and the tales they tell
A long list of fellas who went to hell

End of the night and the bar is full
Broads on tables don’t take no bull
I don’t know what I’ve been told
Wouldn’t trade a bourbon for a pot of gold

Don’t know a soul in the one-horse town
Stranger walks in and she buys me a round
No idea where I’m gonna crash
Brings me back to share her stash

Then she says, she just left jail
Petty drug crime and she’s out on bail
Gotta hit the hay - gotta make the most
Gotta wake up before my host

Last thing I do before I hit the road
Write a little letter and I leave it on her head
Thanks again for the bourbon and the bed
Track Name: Satisfied
SATISFIED
Written by Chris Conly. ©2011, BMI.

Who cares, what anyone thinks?
Talk is cheap, you should get some sleep
Call me up on your telephone
Let’s drink some whiskey, when nobody’s home
Keep in mind - don’t forget your friends
‘Cause in the end - they won’t pretend
Take a hint, take a break
Stay awake for safety’s sake
Take a breath, and let it go
But let’s not sweat it, ‘til after the show
Why can’t I get, out of the way?
I take it higher every day
I’ll never reach, my finish line
But I’m gonna kill myself tryin’

Give me the key, let me drive
Let’s have a chat while your still alive
No need to hurry, no need to rush
It’s all the same and just as much
Someday you’ll see it’s not where you’re goin’
But where you’ve been, that keeps the wind still blowin’
Someday you’ll know what I’m talkin’ about
Then it’s your turn to pass it around
Excuse me now, I’ve got to go
Way down to MEXICO

CHORUS

Listen to you, think you’re so smart
But you ain’t got shit, if you ain’t got heart!
You won’t be here for a very long time
So be sure while you are, to drink from the vine
Life short, or so they say
So count your cards at the end of each day
Don’t take no shit, stand up for yourself
Make sure you get the very top shelf
That’s all I’ve got, for this time at least
You’ve gotta learn to tame your own damn beast!

CHORUS